Rojak-rojak and lost world of T*mbun

New Year comes with many new resolutions for some people. I’ve never actually jot down my resolutions. Ever. Every year I just hope to be a better person in any way possible. It’s broader thus easier to measure. For 2013, again I hope to be a better person. A better wife, mom, daughter, employee, friend, sister, auntie, and most importantly a better servant towards Allah. That’s all. I guess if I want to list down, the list is going to be on and on and on forever.

So, today is a Saturday and I’m here in the office – working. Not actually working. I’m backing up this one new accountant because her predecessor is so tied up with the new role she’s taking starting from this month. Some of my officemate said ‘why bother?’. My answer is simple. I love helping people and since I am so free at the moment so why not? Plus it’s fun coaching new hire b/c I get to see the reactions, emotions and the attitude of course. Did I tell you how cocky newbies nowadays. I guess the many A’s they got during SPM make them feel higher than anyone. (not) Ha Ha…

Ok let me update about my lil bean’s milestones. He is 16 months old this week and wow how he has grown up to be such a big boy now.

-          He can wave to people saying bye-bye and give many flying kisses (if he chose to – selective people only. Ha ha)

-          That boy is such a parrot where he’ll copy whatever we do. I mean like EVERYTHING. Trust me.

-          He can say ‘Nak. Nah. Milk. Deddi. Tataaaakk (Kakak). No No No. Moon. Shtar’

-          He loves walking non stop. Walk… Walk… Walk. I always wonder did he ever get tired?

-          Sleep on his own now. No need for us to sing lullaby to him every night (yeayy)

-          Stop breastfeeding at this age due to the thrush he has in his mouth every so often. (sobss)

-          Points to his nose and eyes whenever we ask him to. (the rest are yet to be taught)

-          Loves bath time. It can really lift his mood I tell you.

-          Refuse to use other than Medela bottles. He only likes Medela teats actually Nowadays we put the Medela teats to the Bebe bottles. It doesn’t fit perfectly but no leaking still. So far so good.

-          He gets really sad if we are angry at him. He’ll stay still with a sad face until we show him any signs that we are no more angry. Then he’ll run to you in no time.

I guess that’s all I can remember at this time. He is such a gem, my boy. I can’t thank God enough for giving me this child. He is not so hard to handle and he is clever too. Ok every mom will say this about their child so why can’t I? J

Last holiday we all went to the Lost World of Tambun. We checked in the hotel and just walked to the park. Since it is within a walking distance, we decided to leave his milk in the room. Unfortunately when we were halfway walking down to the park, the rain came pouring down. So it was difficult to bring him to the hotel to get his milk in that weather we thought. And it was also hard to go out from the park just for the sake of getting his milk a few times. The thing is we can’t bring the whole basket into the park (they forbid it) so everytime he looks hungry, I’ll go and buy him some foods to munch on. And also a lot of plain water so that he wont feel the pain of hunger. Didn’t I tell you how good he is already? All the time we were there, never once he cried for his milk. He never gets cranky or grumpy or moody at all. But he sure ate a lot of nasi ayam/papaya/crepe/fishball which showed us how hungry he was. Good boy, my pumpkin. If you are reading this when you’ve grown up, please know how lucky we are to have you as a son. You always make us proud in your own way. #emomum

So I bid everyone a happy new year. Hope this year is better for everyone compared to the previous years. Toodles!

New Look

Ok I think I’m done revamping my blog. New name, new title, new address and hopefully fresh new ideas. So what’s the story??

I bought these 3 beauties finally. Been eyeing the set for so long now. Thanks Popular for giving out 20% off for cardmembers. I just grabbed it without thinking twice. Bahhh! And I’ve just started on the first book last week. So far so good. It’s a lot interesting than the movie itself. A lot of details being told about how district 12 looks like and why is Katniss the backbone of the family. Only manage to read it until page 93 though. Then I’ve to put it down because Z-kun hates it if the focus is not on him. Hahaha… such an angel. So I can’t comment further as for now. Once I’m done with it I’ll write an honest review I swear.

Anyway, our house renovation starts today. The guy came to our house exactly at 8am. Very discipline I tell you. Hope all is well. *crossed fingers*

As for the plaster ceiling contractor, I’d say he is such a big disappointment. He promised he’ll come at 8.30 but it was a no show. When hunny called him, he said he’ll come tomorrow. If it’s a bloody no show again, we’ll fire him and find someone else. I can’t tolerate a liar.

Ok that’s all for today I guess. I’m just killing my time before I can go home. Today is really gloomy and not many people actually come to the office. Most of them are either working from home or just finishing up their leaves. Sobss… mine only left with one day. Super sobssss!

Tiny steps

Let me jot this down before I forget. Finally yesterday Z-kun gathered all his confidence and WALK!! Oh we are so proud of youuuuuuuuu. You were all laughing and giggling while stepping very wobbly. Another week till you become 14 months, darling. Again.. we are sooooo proud of you!

Jap jap

Before i go to sleep, i think i better tell you this. I dont understand why z-kun hates the blanket so much? No matter how cold the room can be, he will still rejects the blanket. Even when we were in Dublin the other day!! Unbelievable right. Dublin is really cold at night. Even in summer. And just now my nose is blocked by the coldness of the AC and i thought he would feel the same too. So i pull the blankie and covered us both. And guess what? He kicked the blankie off n continued sleeping. I'm so confused! Kulit apekah ini. Huhuhu...

Fruitful saturday

I've just installed the apps for blogging on my phone. Easy peasy. The only prob is my fingers seem to be soooo fat that resulted to load of typos here and there.

Ok on saturday we woke up very early. I was still in my dream when i heard a knocking sound. It took me a while to realize that it was not a dream. When i finally did, i quickly opened my eyes and Z-kun was not at his place. Panic alert!! To be honest i nearly shouted hysterically. Then i saw him smiling at me while his chubby little fingers knocking on the bedroom door. From the inside of course. Phewww!! I nearly jumped out from my skin. How the hell did he go there, i really dont have a clue. But he didnt cry so i guess he climbed down himself carefully. Sobsob.. You are growing up fast, baby..

Ok then i cooked for lunch and them boys really loved the foods (at least i like to think that they love my cookng). Then off we go to my sis's house. We planned to bring izzah n z-kun to the pool. Boy, he looked so happy. He enjoyed being in the water. Oh i'm so proud of you!! We are planning to send you to the swimming class since you love the pool so much. A friend of mind told me that there is a swimming class at damansara perdana. Rm200 per month. Half an hour per week. So u do the math. I hope it's worth it.

Then we went to ayah&ibu's house. Had a great time there talking about beads, the football match n many stuffs. We headed home quite late but alhamdulillah everything is ok.

Now z-kun is sleeping beside me and therefore i took the time to try and update my blog.

That's all for today. Why do i feel like my story is soo mundane. Ha ha ha..

oh me oh my!!

Well… well… well… seems weird to update this blog after the long hiatus. The intention is there, trust me. It’s just that the will isn’t. Plus I’m scared people will get so judgmental about what I wrote, hence the break from writing anything. But fret not. I will try to put it aside and start to write at least one entry per day. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be fun re-living my memories. <3 p="p">

So… what’s the story? Oh I think I owe myself the birth-story of Z-kun. Now… here it goes…

It started on the 7^th of September 2011. Few days prior, I was beginning to feel the mild contractions. It was the Braxton Hicks I may say. Particularly in the morning and gone at noon. And started again around 4am the next morning. Since the interval was quite far, I couldn’t be bothered to time it. Still far – I thought to myself. Then on the 7^th itself, I couldn’t feel any movement inside me. I was freaking out and quickly called Hunny to come home and quickly bring me to the hospital. And after sorting out few stuffs at home (hospital bags, cleaned up the house a bit etc2…), off we were to DEMC. Once I was there, the nurses asked us to straight away go to the labor room to do the CTG scan thingy and whatnot. When the midwife told us that the baby’s heartbeat is ok and everything was fine, we happily thought ‘oh great! Nothing to worry about. We can stop by McDonald and eat out dinner’. I was nearly ready to open the scanner’s strap when the midwife added ‘But you are 2cm dilated. I suggest that you stay here for the night. In case of anything’. I was dumbfounded. Off course I wasn’t ready. I’ve been telling myself everyday that the baby will only arrived in a week time (cause I haven’t had the episode of contractions and water-breaking drama. Silly me!). We discussed for a moment and Hunny succumbed to the midwife’s suggestion.

That night, Ibu&Ayah came to visit me. I wasn’t nervous at all. And I can still laugh when the graph spiked to 100-120 because I didn’t feel a thing. The next day, at 8am, the nurse came and asked me to go to the labor room again to check my cervix opening. It was only 3cm. My ObGyn came around 9am and asked whether she can break my waterbag to accelerate the birth. We agreed to it (a very wrong decision indeed!) and after a while, the pain came. It was excruciating. I kid u not. Like what you have heard before, it was like something big is gonna come out from your bottom. It was like I wanted to poop but I can’t for so many reasons. It was like your hip is crushed to the point that you can’t breath. Ok I can’t describe how painful it was. But trust me, very painful (with a capital P). :-p

My victim is of course my husband. I can only remember that I clawed his hand until he cringed in pain. Then I remember that I screamed at him to get the nurse and give me any form of pain relief eventhough at first we rejected all offerings for painkiller. Ha… Ha… (I laugh every time I remember his face). So the nurse came and at first she gave me the jab at my bum. Nothing! I swear the pain was still the same. The nurse told us that it will kicked-in in a few minutes. 5 minutes gone… 10 minutes gone… 15 minutes gone… Nada. Still nothing. I remember I screamed (again) and the midwife came in. She asked us to use the laughing gas. Boy this was funny. The gas didn’t help at all but I kept on inhaling it like there was no tomorrow. Until my front tongue felt numb and Hunny said my lips turned blue. That’s when he tried to take the mask away from me and the funny part was I actually fight him back to make sure the mask was with me all the time… (We fought until the mask detached from the hose at one point… Ha Ha Ha). At last I surrender (of course… I’m in pain remember!). So Hunny called the midwife in and asked if there is anything else to ease the pain. He didn’t know what to do. He even texted Atart to ask for any doa’s that can help me. So sweetttt… And big thanks Babe. That was when the midwife suggested epidural. We didn’t think long and quickly agreed to it.

After signing a few papers, the anesthetist came in and ready to start with the procedure. You know that when he wanted to insert the needle (Hunny said it’s huggeeee), he’ll first ask you to like bend down a bit while sitting down and not to move at all to make sure that the needle is inserted at the right place? Well I moved. Not just a bit. I think a lot. I think because I cannot stand a needle being poked to my body. Even the tiny needle let alone a big one! So I moved (more like trying to run away) when the needle touched my skin. The doctor grabbed my shoulder and asked me to calm down. (Hey… try poke your back with something sharp. Who wouldn’t budge? Ok tell me it’s not only me. Scaredycat. Ha Ha Ha). Now I think the consequence of my chickenly action is quite bad. I have a backache. I cannot stand up for a long period. Pffttt!

Ok back to my story. So you must have thought that the agony is now over. Oh you are so very wrong! The drug only moved to one leg. Just one. Not two. Let me remind you that we have a pair of legs. Ha Ha… so I was crying in pain because I can still feel the pain in my other leg. So dumb right? The nurse even tried to shift my position to make the drug went to the other side. But to no avail of course! We called the anesthetist to do something about it but he couldn’t do anything at all. He said there was nothing wrong with the procedure. The fact that I moved at the beginning didn’t disturb the flow. I remember I shouted at him when he showed me the quitting face. Poor guy. (eh ke more like padan muke?) At 3pm my ObGyn came again to check on me. She said from 9am to 3pm, my dilation was only 4 cm. The progress was not good. Too slow it seemed. She said we will have to wait until 6pm to see the progress again. Goodness gracious! 4 freaking cm??? I was nearly dying and the opening just moved a little only??? I felt so demotivated that time. (at least I think I was). Then at 6pm, she came back again and said there was no different from the last time she measured. Meaning in that 3 hours of agony, no further opening. None. And what was even more shocking, she said that the baby’s head was no longer in a crowning position. He has moved up. I was DEVASTATED. My ObGyn then said we can opt for surgery at this point if I want to. If not, we can still wait for another 2 hours to see any more progress. I was sad. I called my mom. Of course I was crying hysterically (cause if possible I don’t want my baby to be cut out from me). But my mom calmly said ‘if that is what has been written for me, I should accept it no matter what’. Redha! That’s the word. So we signed a few more papers then the poor anesthetist came in again and did something (I guess something correct because then I didn’t feel a thing). So at 7pm, they send me to the OT and at 7.15pm, I heard my precious crying his lung out! Such a melodious sound to my ear.

The nurse brought him to me to show it’s a boy. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and waited for the doctor to sewn me back. The crews were chatting happily among themselves about holidays and OT claims and beautiful dates to have a baby being cut out from you (11 nov 2011) and etc. How wonderful! I always thought doctors have to be all serious when performing surgery. Nonetheless I was really tired, hungry, cold and sleepy to bother at their talk. And before the procedure ended, I heard the team did the check with the list of equipments used during the surgery. To make sure that nothing is left inside me. Pheww!

So that’s that. The story of my first birth experience. Not as exciting as others of course. But if I ever gonna have the second one, I would wanna wait until I feel the contractions come naturally and will never ever ever let the ObGyn/Midwife breaks my waterbag. If I have dilated even 1cm, I will wait until I feel ready to deliver my baby. Hypno-birthing sounds nice but loads of things to consider of course.

I think that’s all for this time. Till next time!! Toodless!!!

Testing

Ok where to start? It has been nearly a year I've abandoned this blog. If it's not because of hunny, I don't think I would have written anything here anymore. But come to think of it, it's true what hunny said. In later years, I might wanna come back to revisit all d memories.

Since there are loads to tell, this might be lengthy. So bare with me dear older me. :-)

As u might forget by now, I was sent to Japan by the company for some accounts transition. Had I known that there will be a little bun in d oven, I would turned down the offer straight away. But we are just normal human being. I accepted d offer n so eager to experience d new world (who wouldn't like it? It's Tokyo baby!). I was scheduled to fly on the 8th of January. In between packing my bag n preparing the papers to pass the immigration, I was having a constant period pain. I did ask around if it's normal to have a stomach cramp for over a week if I'm due for d red flag day soon. My sis told me it's normal so I didn't bother to do anything about it. Until one of d colleague jokingly asked if I'm pregnant. I quickly googled n found out that it could be one of the signs of pregnancy. I wasn't expecting anything since Dr Johan clearly said that it's not easy for me to get pregnant as I have PCOS that I should overcome first. Nonethelss I bought the cheapest pregnancy test kit to clear any doubt.

The next day (the day I should be flying out to Tokyo), I woke up and went to clean myself like normal. Took d kit n peed on d stick. Then I put d stick aside n continued to bath. I nearly went out to wake hunny up so dat we cn have breakfast together until I remembered the stick. I picked up d stick n to my surprise, DOUBLE LINE! I was dumbfounded. Quickly went to d bed n shoved d stick to hunny's eyes. It was so near until he coudn't see anything. Hahha silly me. He then looked again n said dreamily 'r we gonna have a baby?'. In a split second he ran to d bathroom n d next minute I was already in a clinic. D GP confirmed my pregnancy n d funny part was when he congratulated us, we both were so stunned n confused. Undecided whether to be happy or not. Dun get me wrong. Of course we were happy to have a baby. But the fact that I'm flying later in the evening made us speechless and emotionless. Until d doc had to ask 'this child is not out of wedlock right?'. Haha... Only after we explained to him then he apologized n said there is nothing to worry about. He prescribed folic acid for me n off we go. We then phoned our family to share the good news.

So that was how I knew I was pregnant. It was indeed a pleasant surprise. :-)